Quotes About Affection

If ever thou shalt love,In the sweet pangs of it remember me;For such as I am all true lovers are:Unstaid and skittish in all motions elseSave in the constant image of the creatureThat is belov'd.

O mistress mine! where are you roaming?

If the rascal have not given me medicines to make me love him, I'll be hanged.

Julia: They do not love that do not show their love.Lucetta: O! they love least that let men know their love.

One fair daughter and no more,The which he loved passing well.

For stony limits cannot hold love out.

By heaven, I do love, and it hath taught me to rime, and to be melancholy.

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;When little fears grow great, great love grows there.

This is the very ecstasy of love.

If you remember'st not the slightest follyThat ever love did make thee run into,Thou hast not lov'd.

I'll warrant him heart-whole.

Kindness in women, not their beauteous looks,Shall win my love.

She is mine own, And I as rich in having such a jewel As twenty seas, if all their sand were pearl, The water nectar, and the rocks pure gold.

The kiss you take is better than you give.

That is my home of love: if I have rang'd,Like him that travels, I return again.

Hereafter, in a better world than this, I shall desire more love and knowledge of you.

The man that hath no music in himself, nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils. The motions of his spirit are dull as night, and his affections dark as Erebus. Let no such man be trusted.

My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite.

Don't waste your love on somebody, who doesn't value it.

So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.

He waited for their ritual goodnight kisses. They did not come. Alicia

What is love? As far as I can tell, is is passion, admiration, and respect. If you have two, you have enough. If you have all three, you dont have to die to go to heaven.

Fear is a cloak which old men huddle about their love, as if to keep it warm.

What fond and wayward thoughts will slideInto a lover's head!"O mercy!" to myself I cried,"If Lucy should be dead!"